Mountains Meetings.

Shirotsume, a place I'd never been, and after the walk before making it here? Nope. I'd never make that walk again. Lucky me, I have wings so I only walked for 3 minutes before nope-ing that idea. I flew up the passage way, lightly floating in a way that made it seem like I was walking, though only to the common eye. I spent thirty minutes flying up the path, making my way to the vagrant's entrance of the minor town, though the major palatial estates framing the city in an imposing way, if you didn't live in a massive castle anyhow. I made my way inside the town, the guards, a girl and guy, both blushing at my passing. The dirty streets, in a most common fashion, would've mussed my black boots, though my intellect did indeed save me, the same illusionary walking as I made my way towards the small inn, known only by the sign above the door, as the Idle Inn. It was my favorite kinda place, a dive bar type, though I must say, the dive bar was the Dive-ist of dives, filled with nothing but the seediest of people. I walked up to the bar, and ordered a whiskey. I waited, and after a few minutes I received the small drink. I began to drink lightly, sniffing the soft scents of the wood-borne whiskey.

Amora lets out a rather happy sigh to herself after having survived a rather annoying mission alongside her partner as she glances down towards her hands and flexes them ever so slightly. She watches as they turn into fists and then unclench as she nods her head not feeling any particular spark of emotions trying to grip her as she shakes her head slowly from one side to the next. 'I need to get my emotions under control apparently. Though how am i supposed to do that when i am in that aura. I just..lose all sense of self during that.' She thinks to herself a bit bitterly at Oras having given her such a task to try and control herself during a moment of just barely restrained control as it is to not bring everything down around her in a fit of blind wanton destruction. She shakes her head and tries not to think to much about it and just go out on a walk through the town to just try to get a general feel for it to walk off Oras' words. Knowing that at least in her eyes he wouldn't ever understand how she is in that mental state. She glances around the town not caring for its roads or such just enjoying the small little inn to themselves to just enjoy a night's stay. As she exits her room in the bar she glances around and hides her disgust for the people around only seeing people her partner had told her not to get involved with. She glances from one individual to the next wondering to herself as she gets lost in thought. However, before she could begin pondering much she hears the door open as a new person walks into the bar/inn.

As she glances over she finds herself a bit confused by the new patron that has entered this little pit of sin as she could imagine her partner calling it. This person being female with a hair color she has never seen before that reminds her of fire ever so slightly, and skin that looks of death, to top it all off having a rather extravagant outfit surprisingly. That seeming not the norm for people around here except for the people in the big houses where she is not meant to mess around with people, or at all apparently. She shrugs to herself figuring some conversation can happen to keep her from being bored and get her mind off of things. She makes her way towards the person handing out drinks and then glances towards the new girl that entered. i'll have whatever she is having. She says while pointing towards the pale girl not really knowing what is in the drink, or if she should even be trying to have. Despite that she then proceeds to sit herself besides the pale girl as Amora glances towards her with a look of just utter curiosity. So what you doing in a place like this? Your outfit makes it seem like to me you should be living in one of those huge houses. Not with people just wanting to stay a single night in the mountains away from those who could be trying to find them. She says towards the girl with just a curious look in her eyes as she tries to get a clue about the girl from her appearance and the way she would talk or act. Using one of the lessons she was taught when first entering actual society analyze people to try and understand what they could do, and there intentions.

Seeing this... ruffian like girl approach me, wearing animal furs, dyed or natural I couldn't tell. As they approached, they ordered the same corn-whiskey as I received. They then asked me questions, talking in my ear, asking me why and making askance remarks about my clothing, either to be charming or through straight curiosity; I turned to them, and pushing my sunglasses down to the bridge of my nose, getting a good look, my violet, then silver, then gold eyes looking at them with bemused disinterest. Then, pushing my sunglasses back over my eyes, finished off my drink in a flourish, downing the cup in an instant. I then turned away, swiveling away to face the crowd before leaning against the strangely colored sequoia wood bar, and saying: "Ahh, well. Nothing much really. Dive bars are usually where you find the cheapest drinks, and the rowdiest people. Unfortunately, Shirotsume doesn't have "rowdy", apparently. The best they can do is seedy." I then sighed lightly, exuding the same aphrodisiac in my breath into the aura around my body, supercharging it, making me seem approachable. As she said that my appearance belonged in the houses above, I scoffed, holding my glass for a refill. I looked at the Bartender for a moment before continuing on. "Nah. I would've, if I knew that this place would've been this boring. Enough about me, though. Who are you to approach a stranger? Why do you find yourself here, covered in furs rather than cloth and leathers?"

Amora pays attention to the girl's mannerisms and catches the vibe that she doesn't really care that much for the sudden conversation from a stranger, but is at least willing to participate. Out of boredom, or just wanting to entertain a random person she has no idea but is thankful for her at least continuing the conversation forward rather then just ignoring her entirely. She glances towards the person serving drinks as they hand her the same drink that the woman had gotten as she glances down towards it. Not even really knowing what it is at all from having no experience drinking any type of alcoholic beverage and having not heard what the girl had ordered. Amora slowly just sets the beverage down for now while listening to the pale girl hoping to find out something about her to get an idea for her reason up to this inn. With the general idea that the girl might be looking for a type of fight considering the term rowdy, or at the very least just a very loud and boisterous atmosphere that this inn isn't providing for her. However, her mind catches onto a term that she has never heard before as she just tilts her head ever so slightly with a look of confusion. Dive bar? She says in a confused and unsure sort of tone as she waits for her answer to the question if she would get one. After that she would then answer the questions directed towards Amora herself.

The name is Pan. A wandering mage with my partner just passing through after a job, and i can approach people because i can why do i need permission to try and start up a friendly conversation? She says towards the pale girl with a shrug of her shoulders having chosen to use her code name still just for safety reasons until she knows she can trust the girl besides her. Willing to talk with people Amora is, but having learnt from her partner trusting someone right away is a rather dumb and risky move since one can never know the others intentions. Also i wear furs because that is what i am use to. 10 winters in a cave in the middle of nowhere will allow one to get use to this type of clothing. The only type of cloth you could say i wear is my shirt and shorts that my partner had bought for me after i ran into him when i deemed myself safe enough to explore the world outside of the cave i lived in.

Hmm, interesting response, I can give her that at least. Though, she did say... herself, not the world. I shrugged, looking back to my now full glass sitting on the bar. I grabbed it lazily, taking the glass and downing most of my second drink, leaving a small film of that same corn-whiskey at the bottom of the glass. Looking around at the slightly clear layer of lust corporeal around me, and looking back to the girl, who seemed completely unaffected by it, before I let it dissipate, letting it wash over the room before sighing, speaking out in a bored tone: "Sorry, Pan. I didn't mean to start anything. Let me get back to it. Name's Isabella, at least to you it is. I'm also passing through, though I came here from elsewhere, obviously. I'm bored of this place, so I'm going to get going. If you want to come, feel free to follow." I downed the small bit of whiskey left in the glass, before launching off the stool, and opening the door.

I was first greeted by the assaulting scent of burning woods, and hot metal, each an abrasive scent that forced their way into my nostrils. I walked on, passing on the empty streets, floating above the dirt with no pretense of faking the normal walking cycle, started to look in my bag, digging for the familiar, magical tapestry that allows me access to my house.

Amora looks towards the girl as she feels some kind of increased heart rate again and just ignores it and the side effects that are seemingly happening from it. Just viewing it as her want to try and get into a good fight that can be presented to her, and her senses trying to tell her that this girl could be a rather good fight. She smiles at the thought of battling this girl, and finds herself curious what kind of magic that this girl could use. Getting a sense of some kind of magical energy within the girl, but not knowing exactly what it could hold or be just knowing that there is a sense of some kind of power coming off of the girl. When hearing the girl speak once more she once more get the sense that the girl is uninterested with this entire town, and being able to tell from her sentence she misunderstood her straightforward response as some kind of annoyance or anger at the question. With a shake of her head she looks towards the pale girl with a smile. There is no need to apologize Isabella. I was just answering your question if it sounded angry or something i apologize. She says towards the girl knowing enough manners from having to watch others and learning of just common things to say from books. Taking the girl up on her offer though she follows after her to enjoy the day while she still has the power to live. Figuring that there really is no harm in just following the girl since she figures that her strength is enough to easily overpower this girl if need be. If she could escape one life or death scenario she could easily outpace this girl in a foot race by utilizing her magic.

When they leave the peaceful inn she watches the girl just float with no real explained reason for how she is achieving such a thing, but finding herself interested to the exact process and if she could possibly learn of such a thing. The scent of the town hitting the girl as she dulls her senses as she enters the town which she finds herself thankful for knowing how to do, or every town and area of the world would be a deadly assault against all of her senses that she has trained for her continued survival. So how did you find yourself coming to this town Isabella? She asks curiously towards the girl to try and fill the silence of the walk.

Huh, I forgot to pack my tapestry. Interesting. That or I'm just horridly lazy and it's at the bottom of my bag. Either way, I wasn't about to look any further, the pain it would be to re-organize it would be a massive crick in the neck. I floated along, looking at the people who gawked un-apologetically at my floating form, before looking back at my strange companion through the dimmed light coming through my slate-black sunglasses, the smooth semi-plastic material pressing lightly between the side of my head and ear. I took them off, the color flickering irises looking semi-bemused as I looked on at the strange compatriot I had picked up, then began floating lazily as though I was on an floating tube in a pool, laying back, letting the cool night air, and, though abrasive; The smells of the city. I floated along the path, looking for any sign of a decent bar, but the best place I found was called "The Below the Belt Shot Bar" It didn't seem like a good place, so, after a bit of just floating around, I heard Pan ask me what had brought me to this town. I looked at her with bemused expression, before answering: "Not much, just came from the Cursed Lands, found a vampire's house. Nothing too interesting, though we had to leave in a hurry. Lord whatever his face didn't like me taking things from his house, nor the fact that we were snooping in the first place. So, we left." I then yawned loudly, before looking back at the Shot Bar, saying quietly: "You want to go in, or find somewhere better named?"

She glances towards the girl as she starts speaking of a place that she has never heard of in her life, and hearing of the creature that lives within finding herself somewhat curious to how she could triumph against the creature herself if it is possible. A small smile appears on her face at the thought of taking down one of the big monsters from story books that like to portray some kind of battle against another creature that they call werewolves. A predatorial grin appearing on her face for only a split second at the thought of somehow incorporating there abilities into her own if it was possible of her magic to do such a thing as a takeover user. 'Interesting thoughts for other times. Besides most likely is not something within my power since i takeover every beast among the lands. Not some half-human hybrid trying to play some kind of king in a corner of the world.' She thinks to herself a bit disappointed with the reality of her magic, but knowing that it must be done since that is her limitations. However, that still doesn't mean she would not be unable to find more interesting targets to incorporate into her abilities since the strongest beasts around can be taken down with just some well timed hits.

She quickly snaps back towards reality to actually participate in the conversation that had been prompted by the girl before Amora had allowed herself to just daze into her thoughts once more. Well than i don't know what these cursed lands are, why they are called curse, or if there are any interesting prey. However, it certainly does sound like there could be a few strong beasts for myself to kill if the area has some kind of haunting name like that. Glancing towards the bar hearing the question as she looks towards it and shrugs her shoulders. I am just following you Isabella i don't really care where we go since i can always find my way back towards the inn i am staying at. Plus if the bar's name is a problem i don't see it. She says honestly towards the girl with a shrug of her shoulders. Not really knowing if the bar's name is a bad one from not really knowing the context of why it would be considered a bad name. Besides the fact that it seems a bit longer then what is necessary for one to have for a establishment.

"Huh. Interesting. You're a hunter then?" I let slip before I could stop myself, the regret not visible on my face. I looked at them for a slight second with the heat on my face, before the heat itself faded, while the hair on my head slowly uncurled itself, straightening down my back. It lightened slowly, until only one red curl remained under the long, wavy-straight blonde hair that is marked by the several streaks of multiple different color, from the silver bang in front, to the red curl and purple ringlet along the lower end. I looked back at them, after finishing the change, and said: "Well, I'm going in." before throwing open the door, making that same, strange facsimile of walking. I made it to a booth opposite the room, watching the giddy, eclectic atmosphere of the room change as I sat down. One of the Maitre D' came over, and introduced the waiter that was to be helping me, and (hopefully) my new friend Pan. They disappeared off for water after a quick word that I ignored, as I scanned the room, looking at the happy people, scoffing quietly, muttering: "Tsk. No luck here either. What is with this town and not having anyone to fight?" I thought back to Pan for a moment, before shaking my head lightly. "Nah, they'd probably say no. Who knows."
(Sorry for the quality, it's late.)

Amora smiles a bit at the girl spotting the fact that Amora was a hunter in some quality though in reality nothing really grand or spectacular to take that much notice of. Merely do to the fact that she herself doesn't really try to hide that fact in any manner from the nature of her magic to the fact that eventually anyone who would want to get to know her most likely will learn of her past. She nods her head at the girl known as Isabella with a smile on Amora's face. Yeah i am a hunter through and through really. Plus fighting creature's is rather fun and exciting you would have to admit if you have done so. The thrill of the fight against a wild beast that could possibly be stronger then you if you're going up against it makes it a rather interesting time to try and fight against something i would never have meet before. It is like meeting another person, human's do make for the best fight's since they're so unpredictable. Amora says with a small chuckle at that fact as she follows the girl observing her hair changes with some confusion and curiosity about what she is viewing. She watches the entire ordeal while following Isabella into the bar and sits at the same booth across from her on the other side of the table. So then..what is with the sudden hair change? She asks curiously unable to stop herself from trying to understand what she just saw since that is rather strange. Making her wonder what sort of magic just happened if it was a simple illusion or something more then what could be guessed right away.

Amora looks towards Isabella who scans the room and hears her soft muttering with her trained hearing. If you're looking for a good fight i would always be good for a fight if you want. Especially if you can offer a rather good fight at that. Amora says with a feral like grin appearing on her face alongside a rather excited looking glimmer in her eyes when mentioning the idea of a good fight. The raven haired girl leaning forward ever so slightly while looking in the girl's eyes with her own Amber colored ones. So, what do you say? She asks with the same smile on her face wanting to see what this girl is made of in terms of a fight. Wanting to know what others mages are made of beyond just her experience alongside her partner.

After hearing multiple things, first of which was their explanation that they're mainly a thrill seeker with a combats-streak, my eyes went wide with a psychotic thrill for a moment, hearing the acceding for combat. I giggled for a moment, then pulled my hand back down from the now white-blonde hair atop my head. I took a small strand, and turned it raven, looking at them as I lightly said: "Oh this? it's nothing much. It's something I can do thanks to this:" I then pulled the hairpin from my hair, the simple design belying a strange, visible power. I then returned the pin to my hair, hiding it behind a small lock of hair. "It's nothing too special allows for a couple cool things, like the hair changing you saw, and also small modifications to my facial structure, and even height or skin color every once in a while. Nevermind that though, would you be really willing to fight? Most people step back from the ledge when I ask, but a good stretch would be fun. I'd have to find something better than this to wear though. Too flimsy." I tsked a small bit. I then looked around, and sighed, before the words slipped out of my mouth before I noticed: "Also a better place then this run down town. This isn't the best place for a battle." I then rubbed my temple, strangely annoyed. I dug around my bag again, before finally finding it at the "base" of the bag itself: my mystical tapestry. I pulled it out to fold it again, then set it on top of the space, ready to be used anytime. I then grab the Waiter's attention, and asked for a bottle of Pinot noir, sending them off with a flick of my hand before any words could be said. I looked back, chin atop folded hands and arms, with (nearly) psychotic interest, and subtle suspicion.

Glancing at the little hairpin Amora nods her head ever so slightly at it keeping in mind to ask about possibly getting her very own in the future since it could be some fun to play around with. Change her hair color and just her general appearance without the need of illusion magic to help hide herself during a mission that could need a bit of a more subtle touch. Well if you ever want to please tell me where i can get one of my very own Isabella i would love to have that ability at some point. Could make for some good use to help change up a disguise, or just some fun messing around with people if they don't know about it but know about the magic i have. Amora says with a small chuckle at the thought of doing such a thing for only a few moments before quickly stopping to focus back on the topic at hand. I would love to fight you though if you're up for fighting against me. I don't see a reason why i would back down from such a offer especially since i can imagine it would be a good fight if people are willing to back down from such a offer from you. Gets my heart pumping in excitement thinking you might just be a bit out of my league in terms of combat, but that just makes that moment of success if it happens all the sweeter. She says with the same feral smirk on her face. Glancing around she nods her head ever so slightly that his wouldn't be the ideal location for a battle in just terms of what she herself is capable of doing while within combat. Yeeeah if you have a way of transporting us out of here, but also back to this town that would be lovely. That or if you know a good place to fight nearby this time that would be equally great for myself. By the way what is with the cloth thing? She asks out of curiosity while looking down at the item in question and then back towards the girl and gets a slight chill down my spine seeing the look Isabella has as a primal thrill sets through my body. The idea that this is going to be a great fight firmly solidified within my mind. With nothing on this planet that could pull me away from this offer of a fight at this point.